Prologue:
Carter stared down at Jo, pressing his hand tightly against her cold one. He pulled back her brown hair, hoping to see her big brown eyes peering at him. But they weren't.
Instead, his eyes met scars and bruises, coloring her face.
And yet, she was still asleep.
It had been six months since the crash.
He stared at the IV monitor hooked to her arm, slowly pumping the white liquid into her arm.
It would not be long now before the surgery. Carter could only hope the young Jo could make it through.
So far, she had been idle.
For the past 6 months.
Carter felt a pain stab at his heart when he thought of her medical condition.
He swallowed his tears and tried to find something something to do.
He sat down on the small hospital bed, gently patting Jo's stomach.
He unwrinkled the sheets, trying to look for something to keep his hands busy.
The hours passed, Carter moving about the room pacing.
He only had one shot to make things right. Would they say yes?
Finally, after waiting, two men in white opened the door.
It only takes the small movement to cause Carter to jump.
The two men walk slowly, but Carter met them before they can even reach Jo.
"Tell me. Please. Is the surgery possible?" Carter spoke, his voice quivering.
The two men seemed to hesitate, then one of them handed Carter a file of papers.
Carter read over the papers, his eyes moving quickly along the printed numbers and letters.
Finally, he handed the file back to the man and nodded.
"Follow me, please," spoke the other man.
The men led Carter down the hall, pausing every other minute to stop next to a nurse and whisper something to them.
It only took the little stuff to drive Carter up the wall.
The smell of medicine and alcohol filled his nose, making him dizzy.
The clean, sanitized hallways were driving Carter's mind crazy.
The white walls stung his eyes, giving him a raging headache.
Before long, they make to a set of double doors.
One of the men stood in front of Carter and guided him through. The other took the back.
As they entered the room, many doctors swarmed around him.
One of them took him by the hand and pulled him to a seat, where they looked at a file of statistics on Jo and Carter, comparing and contrasting was made.
Carter drowned out what the doctor was saying, only listening when his mind flickered.
"I want you to know, this surgery is quite technical and near impossible. There's a 75% chance you may not make it back out alive. Jo's mind is slowly ebbing away, as if her world is crashing. You could possibly get trapped, or even killed in the process of trying to enter you into her brain. You're going to enter on the right side of her brain. I'm still giving you time to think. But it's one of the only chances we got. Are you sure about this?" He finally spoke.
Carter paused then weighed everything he knew of. His life. Or Jo. His life. Or Jo.
"I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Even at the cost of my life."